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Get me information also about someone called Alfred." "I know him, Lieutenant, pardon Monsieur Henri a letter-box a go-between." "We must know exactly the nature of the relations between Corporal V. and the late Captain Brocq." These last words particularly interested Vagualame: he drew nearer still to de Loubersac, tapping him on the knee.
Instead, she stole away down in the orchard to hide her tears. A little later she saw the postman ride up to the letter-box on the gate-post and drop in a letter, and all else was forgotten. Yes, from Paul! A lovely, big, thick letter!
Behind her where she stood hung a print of Lear the hovel on the heath, the storm-bent trees, the figure of the old man, the shivering Fool with his "Poor Tom's a-cold." Beside her, fastened to the wall, was a letter-box with a glass front full of letters and picture-cards waiting to be taken to the evening post.
"Ah!" ejaculated the doctor eagerly. "What letter? What money?" said Sir James. "That money I sent by Bob Dimsted, sir, to put in your letter-box." "I never received any money," cried Sir James. "You sent some money!" "Yes, sir; before we took the boat, sir." "Ah!" ejaculated the doctor again. "And you sent it by this boy?" "Yes, sir." "Then where is the money?" cried Sir James, turning upon Bob.
George nodded and rang the bell. Dick Bellamy's two letters, the one posted in York, the other in the country letter-box by the landlord of "The Coach and Horses," had been read at New Scotland Yard at about eight o'clock in the evening.
"Heavens!" she cried. "How can you know that?" "Did you hear nothing as you went upstairs again?" "I don't remember." "Not a rattle at the letter-box?" "Yes! Yes! Now I do remember. And it was actually you!" "It was, indeed," said Steel, gravely. "I saw you come down, I saw you peep in all dread and reluctance!
And when the tempest within me was no longer to be resisted I wrote to him, without signing my name. I asked him for an interview. He was to meet me on the road that went through his wood, between his house and ours. I dropped the letter into his own letter-box on the road.
The following day he found in his letter-box at the office an envelope containing Mme, Walter's card on which was written: "Mme. Walter thanks M. Georges Duroy very much, and is at home on Saturdays." The next Saturday he called. M. Walter lived on Boulevard Malesherbes in a double house which he owned. The reception-rooms were on the first floor.
Bunting did not hear him come in again, for she soon fell into a heavy sleep. Oddly enough, she was the first to wake the next morning; odder still, it was she, not Bunting, who jumped out of bed, and going out into the passage, picked up the newspaper which had just been pushed through the letter-box. But having picked it up, Mrs. Bunting did not go back at once into her bedroom.
The first light was silvering the gloom above the river, the lamps were paling to the day, when George went out and dropped this missive in the letter-box. He came back to the river and lay down on an empty bench under the plane-trees of the Embankment, and while he lay there one of those without refuge or home, who lie there night after night, came up unseen and looked at him.
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